Candy's small hands clung tightly to Mo Jingchun's sleeve. Mo Jingchun held Candy in his arms, calming her for quite a while before the little one slowly settled down.
By the time it was dinner, neither of them had an appetite. Even though these were the usual dishes, Mo Jingchun found them tasteless.
Candy, who usually sat on her small stool to eat, refused to leave Mo Jingchun's embrace tonight.
In the evening, Mo Jingchun's tears made the little one feel scared, as if she understood what it meant to fear loss.
With no appetite, Mo Jingchun only managed to eat half a bowl of rice before putting down his chopsticks and stopped eating.
Even though his stomach was hungry, Mo Jingchun just couldn't eat.
At that moment, Grandpa called.
"Hello? Xiaochun, did you eat dinner?"
Mo Jingchun looked at the still half-full bowl of rice in front of him and said to his grandpa on the phone:
"Grandpa, Candy and I just had dinner."
"Grandpa, how's your health?"
